These hands have withstood the blows of the hammer of the vicissitudes of fate on the anvil of time. These hands have fashioned items made of sheet metal that would have made an experienced carpenter weep with emotion. These hands have welded together two pieces of stone that were otherwise perfectly content where they were. They have hammered into submission lumps of dough for want of a better pastime on a hot summer afternoon, many years ago. They have weathered hundreds of tests and a great number of exams. They have earned me my degree and my job. They continue to earn me DVD money. Many a valve-tube have they changed, many a bicycle chain have they fixed. And they have done other things which I am not proud of and shall not go into here for reasons of privacy and decency.

And now they are called metrosexual hands? In effect, girls' hands??? Never!